Post by KG on Dec 26, 2012 14:43:39 GMT -5
I had this dream last night and feel it may have practical and or spiritual applications. I am working to interpret it, and would appreciate any input. It involves a dual source of power or energy and speaks about ease of operations in the Natural. Something I have been very interested in for decades. Things are way too hard here in the physical and their ought to be a way to channel our spiritual energies for more ease of operations.
I am navigating a crowded gravel parking lot. Cars are parked randomly. There are no rows or straight lines, just cars parked in a random way. I am driving a gold Pontiac. I have never had a car like this. It appears to be from the mid 70’s. It was possibly a grand prix. I am able to navigate at one point by lifting the front end of my car and turning it a bit. There was a raised arrow shape or point centered on the hood. It is very difficult to get through without wrecking because the cars are just parked without any sort of plan or rows or anything. I finally reach a spot near the entry and feel quite pleased with myself for having navigated the whole parking lot and getting a close space. It never occurred to me to park in the back and walk. It would normally be my course of action, to park a distance away and walk in to avoid getting so close to other cars. .
I walk up and I am then waiting, under a huge stone porch near a wooden front door. I am standing under a great stone porch awaiting some meeting. I think my meeting is supposed to be concerning business. It seems like it has to do with the flea market… meeting With buddy or John. But of course we had no great stone columned building like that, so the structure must be symbolic. On either side of the porch there seems to be a natural stone and mud cliff, like they have out west. Thus the stone porch was the only entry to the building. It was as if the actual building was inside a box canyon. All this was very foreign landscape for me, but in the dream it all seemed normal.
Two Strange Men, Salesmen types for the secrets of success kind of ideology or motivation are standing next to the great and massive stone columns. The columns were laid of ruddy and golden fieldstone they are about three foot wide each. The colors of the stones are deep and rich. The stones are rugged and rough. The men are Tall, muscular, one with a beard, wearing gray pinstripe suits. The men are standing side by side, with their backs to a great stone wall of the same materials as the columns. The larger of them is standing where the sunlight is bathing his shoulder in golden light that is coming between the columns. He is very near the edge of he porch. He is a very robust looking man with a neatly trimmed beard. He looks a bit like Bear, but it isn’t Bear. The other is standing next to his left shoulder, he is less than two feet from him. He is a little bit slimmer and younger looking, but very tall. He is clean shaven except for a tiny mustache. He reminded me of a bigger version of Joel Olsten.
I am standing in the opposite corner and I feel in awe, but the men are talking and I gather that they know about something I want to know. I ask them a question. Then I am afraid that perhaps I should not have engaged them in conversation because I am alone and there are two of them. They are bigger than me, and there is no one around or close by. Only empty cars, a deserted parking lot and a door that is locked. I am afraid, because I have sized these guys up and they are both massive… but I continue to ask questions and talk confidently. It’s too late to be shy, so I engage them heavily in conversation.
The Men tell me a secret, that leads me to know a little about using two power chords. These power chords could, according to them lower my energy expenditure and double my productivity with far less effort.
I am a bit unclear on the details because the idea is technical, so I ask Bear. He says that he understands and he assembles two fat blue drop chords running on a straight stick like an extra long broom stick. The stick periscopes to longer or shorter, like the legs of a tripod. I try this, and he asks me to vaccum the floor. I rapidly sweep/vacuum the floor and then vacuum the ceiling. The ceiling is of red cedar paneling… cedar, beveled planks 8 to 10 inches wide.
Bear is driving me somewhere in the car to use my blue power chords. He says oh, you can’t use this there. You’ll get into trouble and he just reaches down and cuts one of my power chords with sheers. I am very upset and angry, and told him, you could have just unplugged it or took the chord away!!! Now I have to buy another chord. I was very angry, but more than that I felt helpless without the two chords. He continues to say that I cannot just go about, using the two chord method everywhere. I have to just use one chord when people can see what I am doing. I am not supposed to use two chords. There are two other times that Bear has cut one of my power chords so I tell him not to do that anymore, because it is a lot of trouble to procure more power chords, when he could just unplug them. I tell him no to do that again.
I am navigating a crowded gravel parking lot. Cars are parked randomly. There are no rows or straight lines, just cars parked in a random way. I am driving a gold Pontiac. I have never had a car like this. It appears to be from the mid 70’s. It was possibly a grand prix. I am able to navigate at one point by lifting the front end of my car and turning it a bit. There was a raised arrow shape or point centered on the hood. It is very difficult to get through without wrecking because the cars are just parked without any sort of plan or rows or anything. I finally reach a spot near the entry and feel quite pleased with myself for having navigated the whole parking lot and getting a close space. It never occurred to me to park in the back and walk. It would normally be my course of action, to park a distance away and walk in to avoid getting so close to other cars. .
I walk up and I am then waiting, under a huge stone porch near a wooden front door. I am standing under a great stone porch awaiting some meeting. I think my meeting is supposed to be concerning business. It seems like it has to do with the flea market… meeting With buddy or John. But of course we had no great stone columned building like that, so the structure must be symbolic. On either side of the porch there seems to be a natural stone and mud cliff, like they have out west. Thus the stone porch was the only entry to the building. It was as if the actual building was inside a box canyon. All this was very foreign landscape for me, but in the dream it all seemed normal.
Two Strange Men, Salesmen types for the secrets of success kind of ideology or motivation are standing next to the great and massive stone columns. The columns were laid of ruddy and golden fieldstone they are about three foot wide each. The colors of the stones are deep and rich. The stones are rugged and rough. The men are Tall, muscular, one with a beard, wearing gray pinstripe suits. The men are standing side by side, with their backs to a great stone wall of the same materials as the columns. The larger of them is standing where the sunlight is bathing his shoulder in golden light that is coming between the columns. He is very near the edge of he porch. He is a very robust looking man with a neatly trimmed beard. He looks a bit like Bear, but it isn’t Bear. The other is standing next to his left shoulder, he is less than two feet from him. He is a little bit slimmer and younger looking, but very tall. He is clean shaven except for a tiny mustache. He reminded me of a bigger version of Joel Olsten.
I am standing in the opposite corner and I feel in awe, but the men are talking and I gather that they know about something I want to know. I ask them a question. Then I am afraid that perhaps I should not have engaged them in conversation because I am alone and there are two of them. They are bigger than me, and there is no one around or close by. Only empty cars, a deserted parking lot and a door that is locked. I am afraid, because I have sized these guys up and they are both massive… but I continue to ask questions and talk confidently. It’s too late to be shy, so I engage them heavily in conversation.
The Men tell me a secret, that leads me to know a little about using two power chords. These power chords could, according to them lower my energy expenditure and double my productivity with far less effort.
I am a bit unclear on the details because the idea is technical, so I ask Bear. He says that he understands and he assembles two fat blue drop chords running on a straight stick like an extra long broom stick. The stick periscopes to longer or shorter, like the legs of a tripod. I try this, and he asks me to vaccum the floor. I rapidly sweep/vacuum the floor and then vacuum the ceiling. The ceiling is of red cedar paneling… cedar, beveled planks 8 to 10 inches wide.
Bear is driving me somewhere in the car to use my blue power chords. He says oh, you can’t use this there. You’ll get into trouble and he just reaches down and cuts one of my power chords with sheers. I am very upset and angry, and told him, you could have just unplugged it or took the chord away!!! Now I have to buy another chord. I was very angry, but more than that I felt helpless without the two chords. He continues to say that I cannot just go about, using the two chord method everywhere. I have to just use one chord when people can see what I am doing. I am not supposed to use two chords. There are two other times that Bear has cut one of my power chords so I tell him not to do that anymore, because it is a lot of trouble to procure more power chords, when he could just unplug them. I tell him no to do that again.